*almost stumbles as he finds himself being propelled backwards and is stricken with worry (because your hands are broken) (because you should be resting and getting better) (because he has done nothing to help you heal)*
*whispers, in a halting, tentative stutter* I -- I am so sorry for tr-troubling you with-with-with... *takes a deep breath and swallows thickly* I should go.
*turns then, taking rapid, still-stumbling steps to the door and does not know where he is but somehow finds his own quarters and still does not know where he is*